“You won’t be taking. I’ll give you that orgasm when I feel like it.”
“You fucking ass—”
“Creed, be a gentleman and fill that mouth of hers for me.”
A dark laugh leaves Creed, and the smile he gives me is even darker. I shiver as he stands from the couch.
“My pleasure.”
Small little moans tumble from my lips as Riven lightly teases my clit and keeps his pumps shallow. It’s enough to piss me off and keep me craving more.
My mouth waters watching Creed free his cock from his pants. His fingers tangle in my hair and he tilts my head back until I can look up into his eyes.
“Open that smart-ass mouth for me, my endling.”
Gods that command should not do the things to me it’s doing.
If I weren’t trapped in his lust-filled gaze, I’d smirk at the grunts and muttered fucks falling from Riven. I purposely continue to squeeze him, just to give him a little piece of his own torture.
“You shove my head down one time and I’m fucking biting.”
“Try it. I’ll bite back.”
I hold his gaze as my hand replaces his. I love the way he hisses the second my lips wrap around him.
I tease him, licking and sucking the head of his cock until finally, he gives my head the barest of shoves.
In return, I give him the gentlest of love bites.
“Thayla,” he warns, but it’s delivered in the form of a deep groan.
My small laugh rumbles around him. The little hum morphs into a scream as Riven sinks himself into me and fries my ass cheek.
“You don’t come until he does.”
Fuck.
I take as much of Creed into my mouth as I can, gagging as he hits the back of my throat. Riven’s pounding pushes me to take more, and fuck if I don’t try.
If Creed has to come for me to, this is about to be the realm’s quickest blowjob.
“Fuck why’d you say that?” Creed groans.
Riven slams me down and holds me still, drawing slow circles on my clit while I pull out the trick that, lo and behold, I learned from Creed himself.
My hand finds a steady rhythm and my mouth toys with the head of his dick as I prepare my soul. Both his hands wrap around my head, not to shove but to steady himself as I suck and slurp him down.
I let the emotions, filthy and otherwise, build in my chest. With every gag, my walls tighten around Riven and I let how much that turns me on flutter free through my soul.
Creed’s strained groan is music to my ears.
I relax my throat, taking him in as far as I can while I blast my soul. I hold nothing back as I let him get the full scope of how much I love having him—the God of Death—at my mercy.
“Gods damn it, Thayla.”
He snatches out of my mouth and holds my head craned back as he shoots his cum all over my chest. The hot drip of him slides between my breast, and he scoops it up.
He shoves his finger between my lips and I suck it clean, just like I would’ve his cock if he’d have left it in my mouth.
